In reply to:"Whan that the month of May
Is comen, and that I here the foules synge,
And that the floures gynnen for to spryngen.
Farewel my bok, and my devocioun"
"Farewell my book, Geoff?" but a summer-trash read is, in this enlightened century sometimes acceptable. And of course we will be permitted to "Check the Board." Let's take off a day or two, or perhaps a Spring and Summer to enjoy the weather.
Time out to celebrate! Our guests are arriving! I have not overlooked my annual reading of "Ulysses" (Tennyson). A bit later this evening (as Time permits), I'll post an abbreviated version (the "good parts") for you and me, Helen, and for any others seeking encouragement against advancing years. Scribbler
(AND Goddesses, Cara Dea,)
..........................COME, MY FRIENDS,
TIS NOT TOO LATE TO SEEK A NEWER WORLD.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
of all the western stars, until I die.
THOUGH MUCH IS TAKEN , MUCH ABIDES; AND THOUGH
WE ARE NOT NOW THAT STRENGTH WHICH IN OLD DAYS
MOVED EARTH AND HEAVEN; THAT WHICH WE ARE, WE ARE;
ONE EQUAL TEMPER OF HEROIC HEARTS,
MADE WEAK BY TIME AND FATE, BUT STRONG IN WILL
TO STRIVE, TO SEEK, TO FIND, AND NOT TO YIELD.
Here endeth this Birthday Scripture!
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